Tied With A Bow

She reclined on the bed, her breasts thrust out, straining against the tight faux velvet of her outfit. Devin took a step toward her. With a soft chuckle, Sylvia shooed him away. "Go get your shower."

As soon as the bathroom door closed, she climbed off the bed and hurried to the dresser. Changing the CD to slow Christmas jazz, she turned the volume down low. She was pulling the top sheet down to the foot of the bed when she heard the shower turn on. Humming beneath her
breath, she quickly tied pre-cut strips of red ribbon to each of the four bedposts. The last one done, she climbed back on to the bed, just as the shower shut off. Reclining against the pillows, she crossed her ankles and waited.

Moments later, Devin returned, his robe on and belted, toweling his hair dry.

"Baby, you look so damn sexy." The husky tone to Devin's voice made her heart race. She knew he would have found her attractive dressed in a potato sack, but it was nice to see the heat flare in his blue eyes as his gaze trailed over her, darkening them to a navy.

Sylvia patted the bed next to her. She almost couldn't breathe, she was so excited about her plans.

Devin climbed on the bed and settled next to her, leaning down to engage her in a kiss. Tongues dueling, she gently guided him onto his back and leaned over him.